Love perfect score

Chapter 11

Finally, Wang Meimei was the first to be unable to wait. She looked back at Yan Xiaomu who was lying on the table, then put on her schoolbag and walked away.

Yan Xiaomu lay on his stomach very quietly, without making any sound, but Xu Qingqiao knew that he was crying, because the small handkerchief was crumpled up and placed in the table hole, only Xu Qingqiao, the tablemate, could see it.

Yan Xiaomu raised his head with red eyes, thinking that the classroom must have been gone, but Xu Qingqiao was still sitting on his seat, staring at him.

"You, you haven't left yet." Yan Xiaomu's voice was a little crying.

Then he never expected Xu Qingqiao to say, "Are you going to break up with me?"

Xu Qingqiao went too far and deliberately distorted his meaning.

And Xu Qingqiao not only deliberately twisted him, but also said calmly: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yan Xiaomu didn't say that he wanted to break up the friendship, but the grievance turned from crying silently to shrugging his shoulders and sobbing aloud. The classroom where only the two of them were left was instantly filled with his crying.

Xu Qingqiao's rank is much higher than Yan Xiaomu's, so she naturally knew that she couldn't bully people like this, so she softened her heart immediately, pulled her chair closer to Yan Xiaomu, touched his hairy head, and said in a low voice: "If you don't chase, you won't chase him." , Why did you wrong yourself like this?"

Yan Xiaomu lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, his voice was too low for Xu Qingqiao to hear clearly, so he lowered his head and asked him to say it again.

"You kissed me, you, you have to be responsible, fall in love with me, with me."

Xu Qingqiao knew that without the reminder from the girl at the front desk, with Yan Xiaomu's small mind, he might have to give him another hundred bags of milk to react.

Xu Qingqiao's eyes lingered on the baby's tender flesh on Yan Xiaomu's face, and he paused and said, "Well, let's fall in love."

Hearing Xu Qingqiao's words, Yan Xiaomu didn't know what kind of emotion it was, straightened up and suddenly hiccupped slightly, pouted slightly and was stunned.

Xu Qingqiao smiled, and Yan Xiaomu almost rubbed a hole in his handkerchief in the table hole.

Xu Qingqiao laughed enough to tease him again, "It's fine if we don't talk about it."

"Talk!" Yan Xiaomu hurriedly turned around, looking up at him pitifully, "A gentleman's words are hard to follow."

I was so anxious that I even said the old saying.

After being coaxed, Yan Xiaomu's eyes were not red, but his face was red. He leaned in front of Xu Qingqiao and kissed him on the cheek.

Xu Qingqiao now probably knows that this person regards kissing on the cheek as a way of expressing friendship.

The first two times Yan Xiaomu wanted to kiss him on the face, he tricked him into kissing him on the mouth.

It's just that he was the one who teased Yan Xiaomu, and he was the one who became more serious the more he played.

Xu Qingqiao pushed the cart and walked back to the noodle shop with Yan Xiaomu, and then went back by herself.

The lunch break is not long, Xu Qingqiao usually goes to the studio to have lunch with Dafu.

For a slow-witted person like Yan Xiaomu, he was not sure about the relationship, and the difference was not too big. If there was any difference, it would be that Yan Xiaomu was confident that he could always be Xu Qingqiao's tablemate from now on.

For Xu Qingqiao, the difference is quite big.After confirming the relationship, he had to spare all the evening time for Yan Xiaomu, because Yan Xiaomu would come to him from time to time to help with homework.

Excitedly carrying a small bag of washed fruits to his rented room to share with him, while doing homework while eating fruits, sometimes strawberries, sometimes grapes or cherry tomatoes.

Now Xu Qingqiao occasionally leaves some homework and brings it back to write with him, and when it is finished, she takes time to give him lectures while drawing.

After confirming the relationship, they kissed more often. Sometimes Xu Qingqiao just touched Yan Xiaomu's lips, and Yan Xiaomu opened his mouth on his own initiative, letting his tongue in.

Yan Xiaomu is too stupid, he can't always learn skills, he just bears it with his mouth open, and doesn't know how to take the initiative.

But with more kisses, Xu Qingqiao smoked less, because Yan Xiaomu would frown.

After the midterm exam, the autumn school sports meeting will come soon.

Xu Qingqiao applied for the 1500m and triple jump, and Yan Xiaomu followed suit. For the first time in his life, he participated in a sports meeting and took the initiative to apply for the 4×100m relay.

It's just that Yan Xiaomu hadn't finished filling out the form yet, Zhang Ming had already yelled so much that the whole class knew that Yan Xiaomu, the youngest in the class, was going to run the relay.

Wang Meimei was so frightened that she quickly confirmed with Yan Xiaomu again, "The boy who runs the same track as you may be a head taller than you."

It's exaggerated but it's not completely unfounded. All the sports students in the [-]th Middle School have well-developed tendons, and any one of them can crush ten Yan Xiaomu with bare hands.

Chen Xue glared at Wang Meimei, comforted Yan Xiaomu and said, "I heard that volunteers can eat free snacks this year, do you want to volunteer with us?"

Yan Xiaomu snorted a little, but Wang Meimei knew exactly what he was thinking.

Wang Meimei thought that Yan Xiaomu and Xu Qingqiao deserved her own credit for being together, so she cared about the young couple and secretly handed Yan Xiaomu a note, telling him that she could stand with Xu Qingqiao as a volunteer together.

Yan Xiaomu lost his eyes when he thought that being a volunteer would give Xu Qingqiao points and deliver water. Besides, he had no interest in running, so he immediately canceled his registration for the competition and became a volunteer.

After signing up, Xu Qingqiao would stay in the playground to train with a group of sports students every day after school.

Xu Qingqiao, a sophomore and senior high school sports student, knew everyone well, but Yan Xiaomu didn't dare to get close at all, he only dared to stand on the railing beside the running track and watch from a distance.

After a quick glance, I will follow Chen Xue, Wang Meimei and Zhang Ming to participate in volunteer training indoors.

The two of them didn't have much communication at school. Xu Qingqiao concentrated on doing his own things, and Yan Xiaomu obediently read books and did homework, and wouldn't bother him. After school, Yan Xiaomu would either go with Zhang Ming or Chen Xuewang With Meimei, sometimes four or five people would hug her to eat shaved ice or egg waffles next to the school. Even if he wanted to go with Xu Qingqiao, Xu Qingqiao would leave much earlier, and the seats would be empty before school was over.

Now it happened that Xu Qingqiao was training for the sports meeting and his volunteer training. The two of them didn't even have time to spend together after returning home at night. Yan Xiaomu didn't have a mobile phone, so he used the landline in the store to call Xu Qingqiao, so he had to take the initiative to call. Xu Qingqiao called several times, but each time she heard that Xu Qingqiao had just finished training and was in the studio.

Yan Xiaomu wanted to run to the studio, but he was afraid that Xu Qingqiao would be busy and cause trouble for Xu Qingqiao, so he resisted going.

Xu Qingqiao was Yan Xiaomu's first love, Yan Xiaomu naturally relied on Xu Qingqiao, if Xu Qingqiao looked at him more, he would bend his eyes and smile at others, if Xu Qingqiao held his hand under the table, he could enjoy a class by himself.

He couldn't help liking Xu Qingqiao, but occasionally wanted Xu Qingqiao's company.

So in mid-November, the weekend before the sports meeting, when Yan Xiaomu went to the studio to find Xu Qingqiao, he whispered his thoughts in front of Xu Qingqiao.

There were only the two of them in the lounge, Xu Qingqiao lowered his head and asked him, "Don't we see each other every day?"

Yan Xiaomu quickly hugged his waist and let go, blushing unbearably.

Xu Qingqiao knew what he meant.

The two of them haven't been alone for only a week, and Yan Xiaomu thinks that he's thinking badly.

Xu Qingqiao just thought, this person fell so fast, does he really like him so much?

So she kissed his lips soothingly, gently and softly, just touching his lips.

But Yan Xiaomu grabbed his collar, leaned forward on tiptoe, and kissed his lips clumsily, between the teeth colliding, the saliva remained on his lips indiscriminately.

Xu Qingqiao knew what he was thinking, pressed his shoulders, grabbed his chin with one hand, opened his mouth with a little effort, then lowered his head and kissed him wetly, the firm softness drove straight in and comforted him every corner of the mouth.

After receiving a long kiss, Yan Xiaomu was very comforted, hugged the man's waist contentedly, leaned on the man's shoulder and drooped his eyes in silence.

The two were still hugging when the lounge door was opened, Yan Xiaomu shook like a frightened little rabbit, Xu Qingqiao hugged him even tighter.

Dafu standing at the door changed his facial expression a few times, and then silently closed the door again.

Riding Dafu's car to send Yan Xiaomu home, Xu Qingqiao went back to the studio and was called by Dafu for questioning.

Dafu punched Xu Qingqiao on the shoulder, "Use my venue and my car to pick up girls... pick up girls!"

"Just a child." Xu Qingqiao said.

"No wonder he keeps looking for you. I should have thought about it earlier. Why, is he really in the same situation as you?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaomu wasn't there, so Xu Qingqiao took out the cigarette again.

Da Fu frowned and said: "You are such a good boy, don't play with him and hurt his heart."

Dafu knew Xu Qingqiao's sexual orientation early on, and also knew that Xu Qingqiao's previous boyfriends were not Yan Xiaomu's type.

It's just that the previous Xu Qingqiao didn't pay much attention to it, so Dafu was afraid that he would just play tricks on Yan Xiaomu.

Xu Qingqiao spit out the cigarette and said with a smile, "Okay, this month's salary will be calculated in advance, and I will take the children to play."

Xu Qingqiao wasn't short of money, she was just joking with Dafu, who didn't expect Dafu to go into the studio from the balcony to get the ledger when he turned around.

When the person stopped, Xu Qingqiao said: "I didn't play with him."

This "play" does not have the same meaning as the "play" in the previous sentence. Dafu understood what he meant, and was relieved at the moment.

For the three consecutive days of the sports meeting in the new week, Chen Xue was the announcer, Wang Meimei and Zhang Ming were responsible for maintaining order at the competition site, and Yan Xiaomu was at the water supply point to deliver water to the athletes.

In addition to Yan Xiaomu, there were several other volunteers who delivered water together.

The water supply staff generally don’t leave the running track too far. When Xu Qingqiao ran 1500 meters, Yan Xiaomu sat on the lawn near the finish line, holding the free potato chips that the school gave to the volunteers, eating bite by bite, although his eyes were always on the track. Xu Qingqiao was far ahead, but for some reason, he missed a lap. When he thought Xu Qingqiao had one more lap to reach the finish line, Xu Qingqiao had already crossed the finish line amidst the cheers of others. Even Zhang Ming, who had never waited to see him, They all ran to congratulate him.

Yan Xiaomu got up from the grass after a lot of delay. He didn't have time to sweep the grass on his buttocks. He grabbed the mineral water and ran over in a hurry.

He was still squeezed out of the crowd, when he saw other water delivery volunteers arriving at Xu Qingqiao's side first.

Yan Xiaomu was delicate and frail, and was knocked to the ground by the bustling crowd without paying attention.

The author says:

I don't want to spoil it, but I found that it may be necessary to explain in advance, Xu Qingqiao is not a scumbag or a big carrot